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Two brothers, Oakes and Oliver, Two gentle men as ever were, Would roam no longer, but abide In Linndale, where their fathers died, And each would be a gardener.

"Now first we fence the garden through, With this for me and that for you," Said Oliver.—"Divine!" said Oakes, "And I, while I raise artichokes, Will do what I was born to do."